At Night I Closed My Eyes And

I'm Going To Marry My Novels And Have Little Short Stories For Children.

Genius Gives Birth, Talent Delivers. What Rembrandt Or Van Gogh Saw In The Night Can Never Be Seen Again.

Once There Was Louis Armstrong Blowing His Beautiful Top In The Muds Of New Orleans; Before Him The Mad Musicians Who Had Paraded On Official Days And Broke Up Their Sousa Marches Into Ragtime. Then There Was Swing, And Roy Eldridge, Vigorous And Virile, Blasting The Horn For Everything It Had In Waves Of Power And Logic And Subtlety - Leaning Into It With Glittering Eyes And A Lovely Smile And Sending It Out Broadcast To Rock The Jazz World.

At Night I Closed My Eyes And Saw My Bones Threading The Mud Of My Grave.

It's Good-bye. But We Lean Forward To The Next Crazy Venture Beneath The Skies